>Well this was a fine load of shit. You had gone out exploring, gotten lost, and then for some reason a horrible creature suddenly decided that you were going to be its evening meal. All things considered, you managed to hold it back with your strife… but without a power source nearby, your powers were about as useless as a toaster.
>THEN SUDDENLY EXCITING THINGS HAPPENED. SOME GREENBLOOD ENDED UP KILLING IT, HOLY FUCK. The next thing you knew, the beast was gone, you were free, and it was laying dead not too far away. WELL THAT WAS LUCKY.
>Blinking, you sit up straight, looking around before observing the greenblood not too far away. Swaying too and fro before lurching up to your feet, you groan rubbing the back of your head.
/\/\/\Well hey! Thanks there, buddy! If you hadn’t come along, I’d probably be that… thing’s dinner about now!\/\/\/
>As always, you were about as unflappable as you usually were… especially given the fact you almost died, but hey, who was keeping track?
You don’† say…
> With a final tug you pull your swords out of the beast, making a grimace at the blood flowing out when you do, covering the ground in front of you and the blades. Gross…
You seem awfully joyful for one who mweep nearly go† †heir ass ea†en I mus† say.
> A bit too joyful if one where to ask you. You clean the blades off, putting them back in your strife, then you walk around the beast and up to the… You would say girl, but they seem awfully flat-chested, so you’re not really sure.
> With one sword in each hand, you’re jumping between the trees, occasionally cutting down the branches that get in your way. You heard a scream. And you heard growling, growling of some sort of beast.
> It was not really your problem you suppose, yet, you know the sound of that scream would haunt you if you didn’t at least try to do something.
> And that’s also why you not long later end up throwing yourself down on the back of a massive beast, oddly similar to an overgrown rabbit or hare… Just with most of the cute erased and replaced with sharp predator teeth and claws and nearly scales-like skin…
> Under its claws, there is a struggling troll nailed to the ground.
> As the beast feels the impact of your landing, it hisses, though before it got time to raise up on its hind legs, you pierce its neck with your swords. You hear a gurgling noise, twitching as it struggles to breath for the last moments of its life, before it fall to the side and you jump off, not to get crushed, catching your breath a little.
> First now you turn towards the other troll on the ground, as you work to pull the swords back out.